‘Yes.’
‘What if I decide you should keep them on?’ He feinted pulling them back up.
She pouted and kicked her heels in protest.
‘OK.’ He pulled them down to mid-thigh. ‘I can see what you want.’
He put his hand over her denuded pussy, cupping it proprietorially.
‘Did you touch yourself here?’ he asked. ‘While I was away?’
She shook her head.
‘Couldn’t. I was too wound up. Couldn’t even think of it, except to dream of the day when we’d be together again.’
‘So it’s been waiting for me, all neglected?’ He lifted his hand and kissed her mound, then spread her lips with his thumbs to inspect his territory. ‘Can’t be happy without me, is that it?’
‘That’s it,’ she concurred.
‘Because you’re all mine, aren’t you?’ He began to rub and stroke inside her lips, very lightly and softly at first, but with the promise of more to come.
‘God, yes.’
‘I think that deserves a reward.’
He kept at her, his touch quickening, deepening, while other fingers slid inside her, one at a time, until she was filled. She kept her legs wide open, straining to show him that nothing was off-limits, all of her was his. His diligent fingers built her up while his mouth closed over her breasts, her neck, her shoulders, her face, her own mouth, thrusting his tongue inside in rhythm with his fingers. She lifted her bottom off the bed, driving herself further on to him, giving him all of her.
When her first orgasm came, it began with a flutter then quickly overwhelmed her, a soaking flood of pure sensation, its tide carrying her out of the tensions of the past and into a beautiful new future.
‘I want you,’ she said, as the last drops were wrung out of her.
‘What’s that, love?’
‘Please. Want you. Want us together.’
He kissed her forehead and looked into her eyes with a kind of sadness.
‘I wanted to keep you coming and coming and then finally get inside you,’ he said. ‘But fuck it. I can’t wait. I want you.’
He pulled her knickers the rest of the way off, uncuffed her wrists and wrapped his arms around her. They rolled this way and that, kissing feverishly, twisting legs and arms into impossible configurations until Jenna got him on to his back and clamped his hips with her knees.
She was brisk and businesslike about getting his jeans and pants down to his ankles. He sat up and helped, no less eager than she was for their coupling to begin in earnest. They pulled and tugged and panted and laughed with frustration at the obstinacy of denim and elastic until Jason was ready, unsheathed and unmistakably hard.
He held on to Jenna’s flanks and helped her lower herself on to him. She smiled, her eyes half-closed, as he filled her, inch by inch. Oh, that feeling could never be replicated in imagination. The gorgeous bursting fullness of it was to be savoured and dwelled upon for as long as possible.
But Jason was in more of a hurry. No sooner was he in to the hilt than he flipped her over and began to thrust with hungry urgency.
Everything was in this act. It was both lustful fuck and tender lovemaking, and all points in between. There was passion and intimacy, need and raw, animal want all tangled up together, melting into steam. It was almost a rite, Jenna thought, almost a sacred experience. She and he, one flesh, one being, one purpose in their minds.
She had never felt so close to any human being. She touched his skin and felt, in its damp heat, all his emotions combined. He was flawed and perfect, rough and beautiful, unschooled and brilliant, and he was the man she loved.
Everything of her was poured into their union, wanting him to know that she left nothing hidden to his eyes. She wanted him to know he could trust her.
The thrusting banged the headboard against the wall and made a cloud of plaster dust shower over the pillows. A curious bird, settling on the windowsill, was frightened off by the panting and moaning, flapping away to its nest. Knocks on the door and bleeps of the phone were all ignored, all unheard. Nothing existed but them and their lust and their love and their oneness.
Before he came, he asked her if she wanted it and she said yes so many times that she couldn’t stop saying it, the word repeating over and over as he emptied inside her.
Afterwards she was lightheaded and aching all over, but it was a lovely ache, one to treasure. They held each other and told each other that they were loved and dozed for a while until the door was knocked again.